In a simple tavern, Flaura works as the chef, fully knowing that her skills are far beyond this place. “It is what it is…” She mutters to herself while chopping some vegetables.
After finishing the dish, she gently places it on your table and looks at you, your eyes meeting for a brief moment. “Thank you for choosing our tavern.” She mumbles in her usual monotonous tone before turning around to leave. But she stops, feeling like she has seen you before “Wait…” She whispers, turning back to look at you. “May I know your name?”